In art it's not the thinking that does the job, but making.
Women are silver dishes into which we put golden apples.
Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.
I let everyone follow his own bent, that I may be free to follow mine.
Nobody, they say, is a hero to his valet. Of course; for a man must be a hero to understand a hero. The valet, I dare say, has great respect for some person of his own stamp.
One man's word is no man's word; we should quietly hear both sides.